Five hours post surgery. Ice packs are now my best friend.
12 hours post surgery.
My very sweet and accommodating father drove 15 miles to the nearest town to get me a smoothie from McDonalds. Major points for him!
15 hours post surgery.
Drugs before bed. Oh yeah.
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I do not remember a single thing from yesterday morning. They inserted my I.V. and I remember getting super dizzy...and then random people were helping me into the car and I was minus four teeth.
I'm now recuperating on the family couch surrounded by dogs and cats who believe that I am here to keep them warm. HA. Little do they know how cold these icepacks are making me.
It's kinda awesome though, my family is doing things for me. Procuring books, cellphones, smoothies, and {later} ice cream.
I did make pudding for myself three hours after surgery and then nearly fainted. Whoops. What can I say? You can't keep a toothless girl down.
I've also realized that is how is must feel to be in a bar fight. My checks are so swollen. I can't even smile. Well, my smile is just kind off creepy. (Pictures one and two are evidence.)
I'm off to clutch icepacks to my chipmunk checks and watch more t.v. Wheeeee!
This is my official cheering up video.
2 comments:
Awww, poor girl. Ouch! So glad though that your family is taking such good care of you. Here's to healing quickly!
poor deary. That was awesomely nice of Dad :D eeek and I wanted updates on you, but didn't want to bother you, and I didn't see your blog until Now. fail me now.
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